Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
It took her a minute to figure out how the closure on his jeans worked, and then she gleefully undid it, and unzipped, grinning up at him with a mischievous light in her eyes. Biting at her lip, she put her hand inside his jeans.
Derek chuckled lowly at her obvious joy in getting his jeans open. Derek was one to usually go commando and today was no exception. Her hands slid into his jeans and he let out a low groan, pressing his hips forward as one hand went to support his weight on the bed, the other cupping her cheek as he dipped in to kiss her.
She stopped in surprise when she found he had no underwear, but then he was kissing her, and she took that as assent. Assent for what, she wasn’t sure. The books she’d read since coming to stay with Derek mentioned clothes off, but didn’t go into details — and none of her few recovered memories suggested anything either.
He was hot and heavy in her hand, though, and experimentally she slid her hand along him, wondering if she could get him to make that sound again.